Friday, October 28, 2016

Little Things That Sit In Our Bags

I couldn't contain my giggles when L innocently whipped out her bunny at lunch and plonked it with the desserts. Just like that. Over the years, I've seen too many cuties appear at various occasions and venues. Bunnies, bears, caterpillars, hippos, elephants, whatever. Mostly, these cuties sit at home or in the car, but clearly, there're also many of us who have no qualms about carrying around stuffed animals in our bags. 😭

In fact, I don't particularly care when strange glances are thrown my way if I take out a tiny bear to pose at meal tables or at drinks. At least I'm not carrying one around in my arms. Sometimes, I even take on my bears' personas when texting the friends. They naturally become Aunty A, Aunty V, Aunty E, Aunty L, so on and so forth. HAHAHAHAHA.

📷: V.

If cuties appear, they're inevitably in the form of an animal, more so than cartoon characters. Unless said animal originates from a cartoon. Say, for example, a Donkey. V's buddy. As pictured. This Donkey managed to secure a seat in the plane all to herself for a three-hour flight.

I love my bears. They take turns to come out with me to play and scare people. Luckily, the friends have been more than indulgent. Call it a quirk. But you don't have to hang out with us and suffer our stuffed pets. 😎

It's certainly not an insecurity thing. It's not gender-specific as well. Not limiting to gender stereotypes too. Maybe it's juvenile. But hey, nobody said it's psychologically unbalanced to be talking to stuffed animals or adopting their personas once in a bit. Maybe it's a form of escape. Maybe it's the adults holding on to the last vestiges of a carefree childhood and an imaginary world where it's all peachy and awesome.

Notion

“A large, but not particularly impressive, book. Other books in the University's libraries had covers inlaid with rare jewels and fascinating wood, or bound with dragon skin. This one was just a rather tatty leather. It looked the sort of book described in library catalogues as 'slightly foxed', although it would be more honest to admit that it looked as though it had been badgered, wolved and possibly beared as well.
Metal clasps held it shut. They weren't decorated, they were just very heavy – like the chain, which didn't so much attach the book to the lectern as tether it.
They looked like the work of someone who had a pretty definite aim in mind, and who had spent most of his life making training harness for elephants.” ~ The Light Fantastic by Terry Pratchett